Omega, as always, has a plan. He wants me to be open.
Let me start over.
When I began to embrace my inner slut, I wanted her out in the open all the time. I asked Omega if there was any way possible to keep me that way. To be mindless, not to think. His answer was very clear. No.
To maintain that level of control is hard, to have to tell me every thing would be impossible to keep up. Silly idea anyway.
This morning in our basement he drove me crazy. He was wild, and yanno really good sex has a smell to it. You could smell us everywhere. He asked if I wanted to orgasm....and I nodded...he made me beg for it. Not just ask but really beg. He made me say words, when in that slut headspace came easily, but are difficult for me to say under normal circumstances. I wanted it tho...I was greedy for the orgasm. I was greedy for him. I would have meowed.
So, now, if I want to orgasm, I have to ask him.
I have to beg. Plead.
And of course he can still say no.
Why is it that this makes me hot?